GO fetch to me a pint o' wine, An' fill it in a silver tassie, That I may drink, before I go, A service to my bonnie lassie. The boat rocks at the pier o' Leith, Fu' loud the wind blaws frae the ferry, The ship rides by the Berwick-law, And I maun leave my bonnie Mary. The trumpets sound, the banners fly, The glittering spears are ranked ready; The shouts o' war are heard afar, The battle closes thick and bloody; But it's no the roar o' sea or shore Wad mak me langer wish to tarry; Nor shout o' war that 's heard afar -- It's leaving thee, my bonnie Mary! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHIMNEY SWEEPER, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE CONGO by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY WHAT THE ENGINE SAYS by ALEXANDER ANDERSON TO THE MOONFLOWER by CRAVEN LANGSTROTH BETTS THE SOUL-PATH by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE IF I COULD TOUCH by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE THE CROWDED STREET by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |